[DelightfulMelon]

name;;
gender;;
age;;
pps?;; (is this little one a pps, or no?)
key?;; (what's up with their key? does it open anything, or is it just decoration? you decide!)

-hugs the bby-

[meech]

name;; Maya
gender;; Female
age;; one year
pps?;; yes please <3
key?;; Maya's key was givin' to her by her father befor he Disappeared when she was younger than she is now. Her father said it was made to open something of her father's but she could never find it and now shes looking for any key hole that their family owned. (50/100) :c

[quitting,,]

“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”

- Dr. Seuss

[Bittertiffany]

I'll have to reserve this girl hnn
HMMM
BRIDGE TO TERIBITHIA
THATS WHAT ILL BASE THEM OFF OF

[Master of Nothing]

The Basics
Name ➢ Farin
Gender ➢ male
Age ➢ 13 years
PPS? ➢ no thanks ^-^
Origin ➢ German
Birthday ➢ November 28th
IQ Score ➢ 132 (gifted)
Voice ➢ Alto; strong German accent

"I assure you, the only crimes I've committed and tend to commit are stealing and murder by the hand of pen and paper."

Curious ▣ Bold ▣ Mischievous ▣ Crafty ▣ Learned ▣ Placid ▣ Independent ▣ Compulsive ▣ Determined

An Unexpected Turn of Events
Farin carefully peeked around the corner of the alleyway in which he lived. He looked both ways but saw no one, which wasn't a surprise, since it was almost eleven o'clock at night. Deciding it safe to move about, the boy slowly crept to the entrance of the building to his immediate right, the library. He opened the giant wooden doors. They creaked a bit as he did so, and Farin had to be careful to shut them quietly. Once inside, Farin looked around. His eyesight was quick to adjust to the dark and he could see as well as ever.
The library was gigantic, with towering book shelves holding enough books to last more than a lifetime. Farin checked each of the symbols etched on the shelves. He couldn't read, but had been trying to memorize that the symbol "d" was where he would find the book he was looking for. Once he had found the right shelf, he pulled out a book labeled "Der Deutch-Wörterbuch"- the German dictionary. This book would be the key to Farin's knowledge, his source of power. For,if he knew how to harness the words on a page, he could make miracles or tragedies, whatever he decided.
Farin slipped the book into his jacket pocket, perhaps his one brand-new possession. He had even bought it with the money he had found on the ground. He had been proud not to have stolen something for once, but here he was using the fair-bought item to smuggle another.
The boy snuck away back to the door, but something caught his eyes. On the front desk was an apple- real food! Farin hadn't eaten in days, and just the sight of food made him suddenly famished. He knew it wrong to steal an apple, but he was, after all, starving. He slowly reached for the apple, hungry eyes locked on his prize. Yes, the apple was just another reach away! Almost, and...
"You know," a scratchy voice said from behind Farin, who was petrified with fear. "you could've just asked me for that apple and I would've given it to you."
The would-be-thief opened his mouth to speak, but words escaped him. The voice spoke again. "Oh, just take the apple already and come over here- I don't bite!"
Farin wasn't so sure of that, but he took the fruit without another thought. After it was in his possession, he turned around to see who the voice belonged to. Surprisingly enough, it was an old man. He looked as harmless as a teddy bear. The man smiled, the skin on his face wrinkling even more than it had. "My my, you're nothing but a child!"
Farin gulped, unsure of how to reply.
The man walked towards Farin and examined his face with soft eyes. "And what might a fellow like you be doing this late at night? Haven't you got a home to go back to?"
The terrified plumerian shook his head. "N-no sir, actually I'm an orphan."
"Then haven't you got an orphanage to return to at least?"
Farin shook his head. "Nein, I haven't been to one in years. I was adopted, but my adopted parents wound up kicking me out," he laughed shyly.
"Why would they ever want to kick a smart boy like you out of their lives?"
"To be honest, sir, I'm no golden child." He smiled bashfully.
"Then what's your business here?" the man asked.
Mein Gott, Farin thought to himself, this man is asking an awful lot of questions. "I uh, I've come to borrow this." he took the dictionary out from his coat pocket so the man could see. "I want to make sense of all of these symbols."
"Ah, so you wish to learn how to read."
"Yes."
The man nodded. "Well, a dictionary won't do you any good unless you know what the letters mean. The composition of the word is almost as important as the word itself. Would you mind if I taught you?"
Farin's face lit up. "You would?" he asked merrily.
The man nodded again. "You say you're a troublemaker, but I see something more. I sense you haven't got a bad bone in your body. Nein, what I see is a smart, caring boy who has a spark in his soul, just waiting to be ignited. I think reading's just the thing you need."
Farin blushed and grinned. Something told him he could trust this man. He believed he was speaking the truth, and for once in his live Farin actually believed he could change the world.

The Key
The key was given to Farin by the old librarian after he had become a fluent reader. The man gave him the key and told him that it had the power to do something great. All Farin had to do was trust that he could actually succeed. Farin is skeptical and has never tried to use the key before- mostly not to disappoint himself- but he knew that the man would've wanted him to keep it, like it was some debt that he had to pay. He also keeps it as a reminder of the man, who died from old age the very same day Farin was gifted the key.

Career
For his entire life, Farin has wanted to be an author. He's always marveled the power that an author can behold, to change the lives of so many characters with just a couple of symbols. It's been his life mission to be an author, now possible because of the old man's generous gift of literacy. Farin doesn't write for a set genre, but rather writes whatever his heart feels. He also constantly writes about the meaning of his key, trying to unlock the secrets as the key is meant to do. Although many people despise Farin, many more respect him, even treat him like royalty because of his extraordinary word use.

Make a story of Farin as an adult. He'll be crazy rich and living in a mansion, similar idea to The Count of Monte Cristo, but not.

Quirks
• Farin writes with his with his left hand, but does everything else with his right
• He obsessively cleans his make-shift home so that no one thinks him a slob
• He regularly paces
• Farin plays with his hair when he's nervous
• He has a crazy talent for chess; he was gifted a set by a sympathetic stranger once
• Has synesthesia, in which he subconsciously connects colors with letters
• Farin habitually puts his left arm behind his back

An Unlikely Encounter

It's my 27th day in Germany as of today. I've gone to the local library here in Munich pretty often, and each time I've seen the same young boy. It's not like it's a coincidence either, he's been there every time I've gone. Maybe he works there, but it doesn't seem like it. He spends most of his time writing or reading. He seems very interested in books about keys, and he's even got a cute little key that he wears on his tail. I'm worried about him though, he's practically skin and bones! I think I'll talk to him tomorrow and see what's up, even though I'm sure it's none of my business.

Today I met a nice lady that calls herself Bahiti. I've never heard a name like that before, I think I like it. She seemed to be more concerned about me than anything, which is odd because most people just look at me funny. She spoke in broken German, and was obviously from somewhere else. I would guess England. She said that she used to be a part-time journalist and proceeded to ask me about my writing- I think she might actually recommend my writing to a real publisher! Not like they'd notice anyway, but there's no risk in hoping.

Published November 10th, 2024
Farin Furtig is a 22 year-old boy born and raised in Munich, Germany. Orphaned in his young years, Farin lived on the streets for his entire childhood. He learned how to read from a local hero who worked at a library near to Farin's alleyway home. After the man passed on, Farin was often found hanging out in the library, writing his most mastered works. Later, a tourist had noticed Farin and his respectful ideas, recommending him to her publishers. Farin now lives in a mansion by himself in Franfurt, where he continues to write and aspire to fulfill his many life goals.

Art
By CompleteCuriosity:
Alley Dawg

By me:
Der Junge
In the Rain
★Exactly!
★Books, Books Everywhere, but not a Page to Read
Einsamkeit
★Farin
★Alles fur Dich, Oll Mann
★Die Welt Ohne Farbe
Mein Papers!
★Hallo, Excuse Me...
A Change in the Weather
They think I'm Dangerous
The Key to...
Das Deutch Junger
★Auf Wiedersehen!
★For the Picture

★ = featured in the form

Thank you!
I'd like to thank you for reading my form! I had a lot of fun putting it together, even if I don't win. Also, a big good luck to all the participants, I'm sure this will be a tough contest to judge!

[pep]

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res with the name milk dud ooooh my god
tiny adventurer - voiceclaim: young korra
lives on their own and explores 'the world'
(the world is new york city)

their key unlocks the treasure chest
the treasure chest holds all spare change
they are a huge pickpocket

[by meowien]

[Rose Sinclair]

(Click to go to my form)

[AlaskanAlpaca]

marky, gots ideas

[Ember the Wolf]

name;; Calin
gender;; Male
age;; 15
pps?;; yes <3
key?;; Is the key

[Chimericect]

Not trying, but if anyone wants to use my Plumerians as maybe an adoptive parent sort of thing feel free to pm me!
Edit; and I'd be helping you with art and stuff for free <3

Helping someone!